William Jackson Poems
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When Dawn Spread Out Her Fingertips Of Rose
When Dawn spread out her fingertips of rose,
we went down to the sea, and there in the shallows,
in a protected place, you lay on your back in the brine,
gently buffeted by the incoming tide as I carefully upheld you
in my arms.
The small of your back rested upon the palm of my left hand,
and I cradled your face in the crook of my right arm.
Every now and again, I turned my back to the swells
to stop a rogue wave from crashing over you,
to protect your eyes from the stinging spray.
All the while your auburn hair spread out like a fan,
dancing in ...
Just The Thought Of You
Just the thought of you
sends my mind reeling!
So young and full of life.
You are acquiring life's treasure,
while I am casting it off to hang
onto life itself and to pursue you.
I know it would never work out,
an April to December romance,
and I tell myself this everyday.